Time to Play... (Closed)

OK, love . . . let's do that . . .

Driving to the Greek restaurant in the village; lots of jealous guys looking in my direction when we are directed to a booth in the corner . . . makes me feel really good being with you tonight . . .

"Baby, you look fabulous tonight!!"
 
Thanks. Though I thought you liked the Azure blue dress better than this thing... My sister gave me this... never really liked yellow.

She glanced around for a brief moment pondering.
 
Just had an idea that tonight I wanted to see you in the yellow . . .

Enjoying the dinner . . . actually enjoying the fact that so many eyes keep turning toward my date. Pretty sure that there some guys in here who won't be getting any sex tonight because their wives are pissed off at the wandering eyes toward you . . .

Beginning with the flaming saganaki for an appetizer and completing the meal with the baklava . . .
just enough time for a little drive around before heading to the club . . .
 
She enjoyed the meal and all the attention veiled flirting with some of the men staring at her so that their wives or girlfriends nor her date picks up on it.
 
Arriving at the club shortly after 9:00, seeing sign in front "PRIVATE PARTY TONIGHT - RESERVATIONS REQUIRED". Looking over at you to see your reaction; we do have a reservation.
 
Brow raised.

What the hell now Jason?

She just watched him and the bouncer with a shrug.
 
Seeing your questioning look . . . "Nothing to panic about . . . the owner told me he just wanted to be open to a limited number of couples this evening . . . so he advertised it as a Private Party . . . every couple will have their own booth and designated server . . . other than that, the music and dance floor are for everyone."
 
Okay...

She smiled a little as they walked in. Pondering more veiled flirting if anyone caught her eye
 
The hostess escorts us to our booth . . . since Jason was one of the first to make a reservation, they got one of the 'nicer' booths. It was separate from the others, close to the dance floor, and well, more completely furnished (small table with 2 chairs and a love seat). Also, when we met our server, she informed us that she would only come to our booth when we switched on a "call" light outside a back door entrance to our booth. We could have complete privacy if we chose to close the curtains across the front . . or we could keep them open watch others on the dance floor.
 
Smiling at the booth she looked tot he dance floor and wanted already to dance seeing a couple of couples out there.
 
"That's why I brought you here, love . . . let's go!!" Jason can't wait to see Selena losing herself in her dancing wearing the yellow dress; he also knew that, while she would be leaving with him tonight, she was going to make herself attractive and desirable to every other guy there . . .
 
Moving to the dance floor she began to dance flowing completely with the music. All eyes on her maybe even some they didn't want watching her.
 
Jason "requested" the yellow dress for a reason; he knew that since it barely covered her ass, when Selena got lost in the music, she would not consciously remember how short the dress was, and those watching would become more and more enamored with her gorgeous legs . . . and just a hint of too much skin once in a while. He also knew that dance and music were the pathway to her deepest emotional level . . . and her response to him as the evening went on would become incredibly sexual and, almost, erotic.
 
She continued to dance her eyes falling closed as she moved. Eventually everyone present was on the dance floor. With what she had in mind of getting someone else like he had Pric she really gave the dress no thought.
 
He could see that she was off in her own world when she was on the dance floor . . . about all he had to do was move slowly to the music . . . give her a reference point to come back too from her movements . . . allow him to hold her for an instant . . . pull her close . . . nuzzle a bit . . then release her to float again . . . all this increasing his desire for her . . . the decision had been made . . . now just when and where to let it out . . .
 
She continued to dance snaking around more and more her eyes closed. A soft smile on her lips. She felt all the eyes on her but she didn't care.

The music was all that mattered for now and the way it carried her away from all of this.
 
Even the DJ was watching as she danced . . . selecting the music that seemed to push her further and further into her world. The DJ took a break from the music (the owner of the club is not making any money on the drinks while everyone is dancing).

Heading back to their booth, Jason flipped on the call switch. Their server answered immediately, and with a couple of minutes, a chilled bottle of wine and glasses was delivered. Pouring two glasses, he handed one to Serena and they sat on the love seat . . after a sampling of the wine, Jason turned and pulled her to him . . . resting a hand on her thigh, he kissed her softly on the neck . . .
 
She tilted her head to the side giving him more access to her neck. Sipping the wine she sighed a little not really out of breath from dancing but still a faint bit winded.

She sat there relaxing for now slowly sipping the wine.
 
Nuzzling into her neck . . . his hand caressing inside her knee, his fingers just touching her thigh . . . waiting for the music to start again . . . but enjoying the privacy of their booth . . . sliding his hand up just a bit to caress more of her thigh . . . feeling the smoothness of her skin . .
 
SO no more surprises...

She whispered a faint gasp feeling him at her neck and his hand slipping higher ever so slowly.

She had seen some of the men on the dance floor that seemed to be alone and a couple that were with someone trying to be close to her but respectful distance with Jason there on the floor with her. She wondered what would happen if she danced alone and let him watch to see who would be brave enough to dance with her.
 
Yes, love . . . no more surprises . . . you know, baby, your don't really need me on the dance floor . . . why don't you dance the next set by yourself . . . or at least most of it?

As the question is asked, my fingers just lightly brush across your thong. . . feeling a bit of dampness already . . . sliding the finger up and own your opening, just enough to stimulate your clit. . . dancing does bring out your deeper emotions . . .
 
What you wanting to see how many of these guys will run over to dance with me? Sure you won't get jealous?

She smiled pondering the phone numbers or offers would get whispered in her ear or slipped into her hand or dress on little shreds of paper. Or what might get whispered in her ear.
 
Lover, I know where you are spending the night (and that is with me!!). . . and I know how much you like to tease and torture . . . so for a little while this evening, I am going to watch you spread some of that torture around . . . and see how many wives or girlfriends will come drag their guy off the floor . . after all, this is a 'couples' only party, so any guy here had to come with a date . . .
 
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Once the music started again she moved back to the dance floor alone and once more began to dance. Lost quickly in the music or so it appears.
 
He knows he is taking a chance letting her dance alone . . . but decided it might be fun to watch. As she stepped onto the dance floor, Jason closed the curtain most of the way . .. just enough that he could see Selena dancing, but no open enough so that anyone on the dance floor could see him watching. At first, 2 or 3 couples joined Selena as the music kicked in again . . .
 
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